She took me in,
deeper today
than ever before.
But before she did,
she played with my head . . .
Teased it,
gave me just enough
to make me want more,
and boy did I want it,
but she took it slow,
deliberate.
Chipping away at my willpower,
testing me,
I could tell she enjoyed having the upper hand.
She worked her way from my base{self},
surprised at the size of my ego,
but that didn’t stop her . . .
She was determined,
eager,
yearning to swallow me whole,
and that she did,
she devoured me,
enveloped me,
leaving me with no other option
than to summit
to her will,
and be sucked
into her world.

She took me in,
deeper today
than ever before.
But before she did,
she played with my head . . .
Teased it,
gave me just enough
to make me want more,
and boy did I want it,
but she took it slow,
deliberate.
Chipping away at my willpower,
testing me,
I could tell she enjoyed having the upper hand.
She worked her way from my base{self},
surprised at the size of my ego,
but that didn’t stop her . . .
She was determined,
eager,
yearning to swallow me whole,
and that she did,
she devoured me,
enveloped me,
leaving me with no other option
than to summit
to her will,
and be sucked
into her world.

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this used to be a Black discussion board , where teen agers were encouraged to come and post, what is going on here?

Wow . . . really? Is that what you read from this piece. I’m a poet, and as far as I know . . . poetry is about expression. Expression in various ways. Now I don’t usually do this but I feel compelled to explain my piece to you. This piece is about falling for a woman head over heels. There’s actually nothing sexual about the theme of this poem. And had you read it completely with an open mind and not a overly judgmental one, you would have seen this.

She took me in,
deeper today
than ever before. (I’m speaking on the point in which I fell)
But before she did,
she played with my head . . . (relationships are always filled with mind-games)
Teased it,
gave me just enough
to make me want more,
and boy did I want it,
but she took it slow,
deliberate.
Chipping away at my willpower,
testing me, <—(all things men and women do in the game of love)
I could tell she enjoyed having the upper hand.
She worked her way from my base{self},
surprised at the size of my ego,
but that didn’t stop her . . . (she saw pass my issues and accepted me)
She was determined,
eager,
yearning to swallow me whole, (yeaning to have all of me; mind, body and soul)
and that she did,
she devoured me,
enveloped me,
leaving me with no other option
than to summit
to her will,
and be sucked
into her world. (she made me see pass myself and towards her as my future)
Now if you saw a raunchy explicit piece of erotica, then that is your take on it and clearly your mind tilts toward that way of thinking, and that’s okay . . . humans are a sexual by nature and it’s totally cool. Plus, as a poet and a writer . . . my job is to evoke a wide range of emotions and thought through my art. A poems should give a different meaning and a clearer understanding with each read. So with that said, my poetry is hardly ever what it appears to be on the surface . . . I try to give the reader a bit more food for thought. Thank you for the read and I love that you’re concerned about what our youth is exposed to. Next time just read a little deeper before you bash and person’s art.

I totally got that this was more than about oral sex, and that a woman totally enveloped you into her whole world... or maybe you were homeless and she took you in.
But let's get serious - sex sells and you nobody has to have their mind in the gutter to know that there is a double entendere here, and there is an oral sex guise to this piece.

Now you know this has double-meaning to it, the title and the words, but i feel you were trying to accomplish a deeper message, but the conscious mind nowadays is so poisoned with sexual inuendos and images, that its tough for a large % of folks to overstand hidden meanings!